Yes, I know, it may seem strange.

Many people ‘fight’ this disease and, depending on the stage at which it is discovered, few survive. I've been lucky enough to grow up through this ordeal and I'm convinced that I've adopted the right strategy: that of peace.

At a time when the law of retaliation has given way to the law of military force, when the institutions supposed to replace the concept of reciprocity ‘an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth’ with justice aimed at preventing escalation and defending the moral, mental, emotional and material good, are failing as the League of Nations did during the Second World War, I feel invested with the energy and duty to share my journey. I want to encourage everyone to find more dignity in themselves.

Rather than use chemical weapons, I chose to trust my cells. I listened to them. I gave them oxygen instead of overfeeding them with glucose. I meditated with them, giving them light and love. I understood that they were an unpleasant manifestation of a much deeper misalignment. I forgave myself for forgetting myself, for seeking the recognition of others rather than my own, for venting my anger on someone weaker than myself, for closing my heart and thus feeding my tumour.

Before making peace with an external enemy, we must first make peace with our own inner shadows. It's a path of love, not hate.

I hope that my experience will serve as an analogy for those fighting in Ukraine, Palestine, Sudan, Mali and in their own homes. All you have to do is replace ‘my cells’ with ‘my fellow human beings around me’ and ‘glucose’ with ‘hate speech’.

Like me, many people are here to help you if you need it. Ask us for help, and invite those close to you to do the same.